Sometimes people get the notion that a dream just came about overnight when they watch you living it but little do they know where it all began and how it all came to be.
Years ago a seed was planted and it began to grow in my heart……
I was a single mom raising three boys on my own and I wanted a different life for them. I wanted them to see the world and what it had to offer.
I wouldn't say that I’ve always really gone the traditional route in parenting. After all, I was a single parent so traditional was already out the door. I wanted my kids to see the world maybe in ways that many others never would. I, myself had grown up some of my early years in Mexico and had seen diversity in many aspects. I wanted my children to be able to explore the world and get to know people outside of their own little bubble. I had three amazing young boys full of curiosity and I wanted us to discover new places! I wanted to have my children meet people and see the beauty of this country. Even with a meager income as a single mom, we managed every year to take road trips together and so a dream began.
In their growing up years I taught all my boys to dream. I wanted them to believe in the impossible and recognize that they could do anything they put their heart into. I had created some great things happening while they were little, like buying our first home when it seemed nearly impossible, and later remodeling it. Later on, buying a new home out in the country with acreage was another dream fulfilled and taking some great family vacations but after the divorce when money got even tighter, I learned to be more resourceful in making my dreams come true.
The experience of pushing through and completing my Master’s degree during the most painful year of my life helped me prove to myself how much strength I truly had within me to overcome and still create something magnificent.
Shortly after being divorced, I remember dreaming of having a back patio to sit outside and watch the stars and with little to no money to build it. Again, it seemed nearly impossible. Through some small miracles it came to fruition anyway. I was able to get the supplies for free or next to nothing and still create it. Soon after though, we lost our home because of the divorce and ended up pretty much homeless and having to move into my parent’s home in another city to have a roof over our heads.
Dreams didn’t seem very possible at that point. I was in a low place feeling like my life was over and I was going to be stuck in a job I didn’t love, living with my parents. I was very independent and this was a sucker punch to the gut. Soon after moving in with my parents I nearly lost my life due to a medical complication and I was rushed to the hospital but God spared my life as he had once before so I knew I was here to still do something.
Still, I was discouraged and frustrated and I felt like I hit a wall. Even though I completed my Master’s degree, nobody wanted to hire me because I didn’t yet have any experience. My hope had always sustained me but it was starting to wane as I looked at where I was…single, penniless and heartbroken. Little did I know that many things were about to start unfolding for me.